This mine might be no different from trash for Fang Tian, but it wouldn't be the same in Yang Ming's hands.
"Is it something they let us pick, or have they already appointed one for us?" asked Yang Ming.
"I guess we can pick, but can you pick a good one?" Fang Tian asked, intrigued.
"I have a friend who can." Yang Ming naturally couldn't tell Fang Tian of his own matters, however, Lan Ling's sixth sense could be said to others because this was no longer a secret. In Yunnan, many people knew that Lan Ling's sixth sense was very effective because Lan Ling's dad took her to gamble with him.
"She could see this?" Fang Tian was stunned and asked, "Really? You even know people in this area?"
"She doesn't know how to see it, but her sixth sense is particularly effective." Yang Ming smiled and said, "She had a grandfather Zuo. You should know him, right?"
